He has metal on him and he can't get rid of it.

K-T suddenly started sweating. It was bad, really bad. He was facing the TSA and they would inspect him until he removed every metallic item from himself.

They had made him go through the gate without his shoes already, to no avail.

It had happened a few weeks ago and he had gotten so used to it that it had skipped his mind and he had no way to get rid of it.

"Sir, there is something metallic on you that triggers the gate. I need to search you. Come here and stand legs apparts and arms raised."

He obeyed the orders, knowing that it wouldn't work. They wouldn't find anything by patting him down. And now he was starting to attract the attention of everyone who was waiting behind him by stopping the line.

The uniformed lady put her hands all over his body through his clothes and found nothing. What would come next would be embarrassing.